Recycling

That woman is Lita Aksima

Like the circumstances of that time, I do not want to remember it, but Lita Aksima empties like a river that continues to flow. I was so stunned by her beauty I couldn't explain.

I muttered in the flashback. You need to know, the flashback to me was too scary, almost made my body sprain veins, could-can myself fracture.

No one knows, at that time Lita Aksima met me on the grains of mountain waterfalls, the waterfall continued to fall, the sprinkling of dew grains was like when it penetrated the glass prism and came out into the color spectrum, then created seven colors called ???. Yeah, you know that. Rainbow, that's the answer.

Lita Aksima, the name is neatly arranged in the heart, giving a deep meaning and impression, somehow explaining it.

I was completely unable to define Lita Aksima, the woman was present in the blink of an eye, but disappeared so quickly.

I want to meet you, Lita Aksima.

Is this some kind of poem? No, it's more than that, I thrashed so deeply, Lita Aksima snatched away the contents of my mind at this moment, blocking all the things that were on my mind, all that was about Lita Aksima. How horrible!?

Lita Aksima, to what extent this step can overtake you, I dwell constantly daydreaming in the arms of destiny.

Time and hope become one wish, meeting with Lita Aksima is the biggest dream of my life. Apparently my meeting that day was indeed imagined like the last meeting with him, why? obviously because I don't know where he lives.

“I have given up on my love for Wapta, it may end the same,” I said in my heart staring at the pool water is very clear, reflecting the shadow of Lita Aksima with a face that looks radiant.

But the universe willed another, at some point somehow? As I walked through the gold mines, I met Lita Aksima again.

“You, that woman, what's your name?” I can only pretend not to know him, he doesn't recognize me either, so why would I know him? Better this way, when asked by anyone later, I'll pretend I don't recognize him.

“I, you asked my name?”

“Iya, I asked. Answer!”

“Lita, Yes. My name is Lita Aksima.”

“I'm lucky to see you again, greet you and talk to you.”

“Why are you? whatis yourname? what do you mean by your talk?”

“No, No. I'm just a wanderer who is calming down out of grief.”

“Gosh ... You're crazy!”

“If I'm a madman, can a madman talk to you? and give a response with this face.”

“No, get away from me. I don't want to know you.”

“Then, let me introduce a name for you so that you keep remembering my name.”

“No, I don't want to get acquainted with you.”

Lita Aksima left regardless of myself at all, I forgot to try with the best introductions, introductions that maybe she would not leave me, so sad, jomlo ngenes. The drama was a little bit moving. “Gosh ... jomlo won by a landslide.” I cheered in my heart.

Look at that television, the movie starring Lita Aksima, she is a movie player that I like, I dream of being the main character in the story that plays the main character. I was waiting for the moment that in the end the main character managed to get the heart of a woman named Lita Aksima.

For some reason, the advertisements appeared as if scattering to cover my steps to meet with Lita Aksima, the father insisted on matching Lita Aksima with a rich merchant, as long as not the highway.

Lita Aksima accepted the wedding, that's when the main character appeared, “Ah ... Superman come, wait for me, Lita Aksima.” He is the main character I mean, his hair is thick mustachioed, he looks pretty handsome.

Lita Aksima, it's enough don't come any closer, it's outrageous. Ahhh .. absolutely outrageous.

“Lita, why? What's the matter exactly?” softly replied Lita Aksima's father.

“Allow me to recite poems to you, Lita Aksima,” I have to throw away the word Lita Aksima.

“For what? For you to show people that you can make a woman's heart melt because of your poetry?”

“No, Lita Aksima stay and listen to this with a little look at me.”

“Hah, I'm sick of guys like you, why are you so strong fighting for me?”

I'm speechless. “Oh, I was badly defeated by that woman, Gosh .... a complete shame,”. I can no longer think clearly, Lita Aksima haunts my mind.

“You can't answer apparently. Come on answer, I'm waiting for him with a respectful attitude.” Lita Aksima put on a successful facial expression making this heart beat faster.

“I'll keep quiet.” I answered casually.

Unfortunately, the television's automatic power failure suddenly shuts down before the main character gains the woman's heart with her poetry rhyme. “Truly suspenseful film.” I sighed, imagining the figure of Lita Aksima.

The farmer looked at me who kept looking at the television, but the television was dead because there was no electricity. “What's up, young man?”

“I was exploring the story in this drama, imagining Lita Aksima who yesterday at dusk I met her.”

“Ah ... Lita Aksima it, I know him,” said the farmer as he stroked his white beard.

“You know him, who is he?” Look, I pretend I don't know Lita Aksima anymore, but I already know her.

“He is the son of the gold mining boss in this village, maybe now he is replacing his father.”

“How is the original attitude of Lita Aksima?”

“Ekhemm... It seems that you are in love, young man.”.

“Come on, I just asked.don't insult me with such words,” I said distracting.

“Young man, I don't really know Lita Aksima, just say most people she's grumpy and raving, if you choose her, I'm sure you won't fit.”

“I will try my hardest!” I strengthened the deep resolve I could.

When the power came back on, the television continued with the drama. The farmer noticed my condition, which began to pay attention to the deepest poem.

Imagine the figure of a Lita Aksima, what is this bug? Oh my goodness .. again I am at a loss for words. Come on hurry up and find inspiration.

Lita Aksima, when you were present in my life, from that moment the sky turned blue with a twilight atmosphere that dominated all the time with you. Forget it it's just fictitious.

“Hey, young man you ruined the poem,” said the farmer growled.

“Let it, no destructive intent, it turns out that stringing poetry is difficult, after all this is just fictitious, the reality is more painful.”

The farmer shook his head helplessly to face me who did look a little strange. Lita Aksima, I know you're like a ceiling I can't reach, I can't have.

Can I love you, even if I'm just lost, even if it's just a conversation? I can't understand myself loving you, even in endless delusion.